I eventually asked my dad to deal with it because he didn't seem remotely as frightened as me and I'm never going to ask what he did with it because it's just going to stir the dead.
Standing up in front of a drunken international crowd knowing full well that I wasn't going to be able to down an entire litre of beer was by no means easy.
Just as expected, visiting The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints was a sufficiently awkward experience for me. Interesting, sure. But fair-dinkum awkward.